Куба [Kuba] [English translation]

We lay by the ocean and smoked, steely-eyed

And I didn't want to think, it was so good

Our plane left in a week, and we ran away, we flew

Seven winter days with you

Here all the natives are just like our own country twenty years back

Such a red country, just like our own twenty years back

All these cars that we had forgotten about

Trucks and Buicks...

And my boots are still full of Cuban sand

And they do not know how delicious snow can be

They sing the way I'd like to sing for you

They dance the way I'd love to dance with you

We scratched backs and chests with Cuban stars

And envied those who shook hands with Jah

We smelled of rum, we dove into a hot winter night

We smelled of rum, loved each other, I slept on your shoulder...

And my boots are still full of Cuban sand

And they do not know how delicious snow can be

They sing the way I'd like to sing for you

They dance the way I'd love to dance with you

We returned to the dreary concrete dawn

And I didn't even think, each at our own address

I know there are other countries, but little by little they become the same

Seven winter days with you

And my boots are still full of Cuban sand

And they do not know how delicious snow can be

They sing the way I'd like to sing for you

They dance the way I'd love to dance with you

And we lay by the ocean and smoked...

• Artist:Nochnye Snaipery
• Album:SMS